I don't think about it as often as I did if at all anymore. I forget these things rather easily. it may cross my mind but I'd never do it. if I just feel suffocated with stress I think about it sometimes but I'll never really do it because I'd never make it. stuff such as "if I leave then they'll finally realize my worth. they will finally feel bad. blah blah" stupid junk is normally my reasoning.

I've thought about it a few times but I know very well that I wouldn't last very long out on my own. I'm too young and I'm broke. Maybe when I'm older, have some money, and are pissed off enough I'll actually run away

when you're sad you think about running away
then you start thinking about how people will feel because u ran away
how much they will miss you and that they will start to feel sorry because they made u run away
then....
u fall asleep
wake up
and forget about running away

I remember when I was much younger my brother, sisters, and I decided we were going to run away together we took half the day packing toys got to the door and then my mom asked if we wanted lunch...totally made us forget what were doing we were so excited about food! Man it's too funny how naive a child can be:) (so nostalgic)

I actually thought about it a bunch of times (I even had dreams involving that but I don't remember what happened in those dreams). I may move out of my house into an apartment or something in a few years.

I "sorta" ran away once, when I was 10. I told everyone in the house I was running away from home. To my amazement, nobody cared at all. At that point I had an epiphamy: "The need for attention by doing irrational actions will never justify my reasons" but worded accordingly. Then I started to cry because of how much of a fool I was and went back to derp in front of the tv.

i ran away once. i only made it a week on my own. my older dike butch sister use to beat the hell out of me, my mom was off with sancho and my father was a workaholic that was always at work. when my dad did come home he would ask how i got bruises and my sister would kick my ass the next day if i told. i was only 12 and she was 20-21 she also did drugs and i would fight her off me with all my strength with no chance. i broke her nose once and she wasn't even fazed. she was strangling me on the ground and i used my leg and pushed her away from me enough go get a kick in.

ANYWAYS. i only took a hoodie and stole food from a store... and lived in a canal under a bridge for train tracks a week... and then my mom and dad separated i went back home.my dad started living in his auto shop.... and then my mom abandoned the house.. and then i lived their for 6 months alone. no water no electricity and house was empty...

my dad eventually moved back in because i told him my mom ditched me and she moved out and didn't tell me where she moved.

she packed every thing up and the day of the move i got home from school and she was gone along with the movers and she wouldn't tell me where the new place was when i called her from the neighbors house.

I was living alone since i was 13 anyways so never had the need to run away.
Had a very nice place sponsored by my father and a person coming to clean once a week.
Even if i would have run away i doubt anyone would have noticed lol